Rant Of The Day is where I get to mouth off about whatever I feel like for however long I like. Theoretically, I'll update my whinge/opinion piece every weekday; in practice, maybe not so often.
This point was dramatically bought home to me yesterday, when I was returning from another trip to Melbourne (soon to be dubbed Gusworld's official second home city, methinks). Accompanied by the infamous Ben Gerholt (pictured here at his favourite occupation) and other individuals whose dignity I'll preserve by respecting their anonymity, I began drinking at the end of a hard day's developers conference. I drank two beers and four glasses of red wine at the conference. I drank another beer at the airport waiting for my return flight. I drank another beer on the plane. I drank another three beers and a sambucca at the pub in Newtown where we stopped off on the way home. I eventually got home at 1:30am, sculled a litre of apple juice and went to bed.
The problem was this morning. A scant six hours sleep with a head full of alcohol left me feeling like John Howard's thought processes: muddled, confused, wooly, old, tired and not much use to anybody. I made it through a day's work, but I'm sure my autopilot kicked in early. I'll never be able to keep up that sort of behaviour and maintain Gusworld, so it looks like I need to make a choice, doesn't it? Well, at least until the next free beer comes along . . .
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